“You are leaving with exactly what you are wearing on your back, Cassie, and you should honestly be grateful that I am even letting you walk out of this room.” Wesley Rhodes spoke with a chilling level of composure inside the frosted glass office in downtown Philadelphia, sounding as if he were firing a mid-level manager rather than discarding the woman who had spent a decade by his side.
Cassie Miller sat motionless across from a massive mahogany desk that seemed to swallow the small amount of light filtering through the blinds. Beside her, a court-appointed attorney named Mr. Henderson shuffled through a stack of documents with a trembling hand and a face that already accepted defeat.
On the opposite side of the table, Wesley sat flanked by a wall of legal experts and Miranda Frost, the most ruthless corporate litigator in the entire state. “According to the ironclad prenuptial agreement you signed in 2014, you effectively waived every possible right to shares in Rhodes Dynamics, as well as all real estate, investment portfolios, and marital assets,” Miranda said while sliding a heavy leather folder across the polished wood.